I caught a glimpse of my flabby arms this morning. Of course, they've been that way for years. I think the only time I didn't have flabby arms was when I worked in machine shops eight to 16 hours a day, lifting up to a hundred pounds at a time - chest high. I was in my early 20's then when everything related to my body was easier than it is these days.
My thoughts turned to the trend among women, the trend to wear sleeveless tops. I think Michelle Obama started it when she began wearing sleepless tops in the White House. Maybe it became a way to align with being in good shape and having power as a woman. I don't own a sleeveless top. Never will.
It bothers me when I see professional women in a professional setting, say working as a lawyer, wearing a sleeveless top while the man they are opposing is suited up, tie and all. Personally, I think it detracts from the woman's ability to project a powerful position. I feel the same way about showing cleavage. There's a time and place for that and a business or legal setting aren't the places or the times. I know some women disagree with me strongly, saying they are reclaiming their right to their bodies by deciding when and where and how much cleavage to show the rest of us.
In the midst of these mental meanderings, I heard about today's domestic terrorism: the attack on a synagogue in Pittsburg. At least eight people lost their lives. Others have been injured physically or psychologically. Some will never recover from this one morning in their lives. All they did was go to their place of worship, a place they saw as safe and comforting, a place of transformation - but, not the transformation they experienced this day.
I decided that if my biggest troubles today are my flabby arms and my criticism of professional women who wear sleeveless tops or who choose to share a bit more cleavage than I deem correct - hey, this is a good day. And for that I am thankful.
21/365
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